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[explosion]
[indistinct chattering]
(male #1) We got help.
[explosion]
[fire engine bell clanging]
[indistinct chattering]
(male #2) 'Come on. Move!'
[fire alarm ringing]
[chattering continues]
(female #1) Keep running.
(male #3) Its all right now. Come on.
[woman crying]
(female #2) 'Help me. Please help me.'
(child #1) Daddy, daddy! Quick! Come over here. Help me. It's Derek.
He's under here!
Quick, get him out.
- Alright! - Oh, help me, please, daddy.
- Oh, Derek! Derek! - There's someone under there.
[fire engine bell clanging]
- Get this stuff away. - Take this.
Derek?
(male #4) 'Is he alright? Get some more help!'
[crying]
(male #4) Be careful.
(male #5) 'Take it easy.'
'It's alright.'
- 'It's alright.' - 'Don't worry, son.'
- 'We'll get you out.' - 'Can you hear me? Please.'
(child #1) 'Derek. It's me.'
Uh-h. Uh-h.
[boy urinating]
[doorknob rattling]
(male #6) 'Come on!'
[rattling continues]
Oye, Derek.
Oye. Get off.
Come on.
[clanking]
[clanking continues]
Look.
It's fluorescent.
[glass shattering]
Hey.
Yes.
[guffaws]
- What the bloody hell! - Shit! The watchman.
Hey, you..
What are you doing?
I'll teach you, you bloody vandal.
Oh, my God.
Easy, son. Easy.
[music]
(male #7) 'Educationally, Derek has not been progressing'
'and as you know, his fits have been getting worse.'
'Taking into account his low intelligence and his epilepsy'
'we have decided he should be allowed home.'
'Even though it's highly unusual for a boy to be released'
'so early in his sentence.'
'It will be up to you'
'to make sure he stays out of trouble.'
(male #8) 'He should never have been put here in the first place.'
He was caught stealing tools.
We brought him up to tell the truth
and he told us he was just playing.
Do you know what the magistrate asked him to do?
'He asked him to spell fluorescent.'
Fluorescent. Hm. I can't spell it, can you?
Derek has a low intelligence quotient.
That's part of the problem.
It makes him easy prey to bad elements here.
Derek knows how to look after himself.
Just remember his sentence isn't over.
He'll be back here if there's any trouble.
The probation officer will make certain of that.
More than likely.
[gate creaking]
- Hey, get the ball! - Okay.
- Oh. Come on. - Oh, come on.
Oh, look, it's the canary. Yellow canary.
- Hello, Danny. - Yellow canary! Yellow canary!
Had your hair done again, Iris?
Yes.
- You look beautiful. - Thank you.
Come on, forget her. Let's play football.
Yeah! Come on.
[children yelling]
[dog barking]
Hello, Max.
Go on.
[dog barking]
Shh, Max.
[knocking]
Derek?
[barking continues]
Shh, Max.
I've got those comics for you.
Thanks, sis.
Come on, Derek, you don't want to be all on your own, do you?
[cat meowing]
[coughs]
Cor. You could smoke kippers in here!
[coughs]
Don't start, Iris.
He's been going on at me again
about getting a job.
(both) And paying my own way.
I bumped into Gordon Lewis.
I told him you'd been home a year
and haven't set foot outside the front door once.
He asked if you were dead.
That's what all your old friends must think, Derek.
Gordon don't wanna hang about with a bloke
what's been to approved school.
You're daft, Derek.
[Iris chuckles]
You know dad don't like you doing that.
But it's not fair, is it?
The dogs and cats get to smoke in the house.
Susie must be on 20 a day in this room.
- Come on, give us that fag. - No, she wants another puff.
You're the one who'll get a puff
of dad when I tell him.
You wouldn't do that.
Sure I would.
[distant barking]
Ah, yes. Look what I found.
- Dad, look what I found. - That's nice, son.
[barking continues]
You'll have an aerial sticking out the top of your head
if you spend much more time in here, son.
[radio tuning]
(man on radio) 'Daylight raid on saloon bar.'
'Caution pepper bandits in pay grab.'
'Fight to save stiletto victim.'
'Those were the headlines from last night's edition'
'of the Evening Post.'
'Commenting in parliament..'
[radio tuning]
'In America this week'
'it seems two eras may have come to an end.'
'In the world of politics, President Truman relieved'
'General Douglas MacArthur of all commands.'
'And in boxing, Sugar Ray Robinson'
'relieved Jake LaMotta of the world..'
[radio tuning]
[Kay Starr singing "Wheel Of Fortune"]
♪ Point my way ♪
♪ Will this be my day ♪
♪ Oh, wheel of fortune ♪
♪ Please don't pass me by ♪
♪ Let me know the magic of ♪
♪ A kiss and a sigh ♪
♪ While the wheel is spinning, spinning, spinning ♪
♪ I'll not dream of winning ♪
♪ Fortune or even fame ♪
♪ While the wheel is turning, turning, turning ♪
♪ I'll be yearning, yearning ♪
♪ For love's precious flame ♪
♪ Oh, wheel of fortune ♪
♪ I'm hoping somehow ♪
♪ If you ever smile on me ♪
♪ Please let it be now ♪
♪ While the wheel is spinning, spinning, spinning ♪
♪ I'll not dream of winning ♪
♪ Fortune or even fame ♪
♪ While the wheel is turning, turning, turning ♪
♪ I'll be yearning, yearning ♪
♪ For love's precious flame ♪
♪ Oh, wheel-- ♪
No.
I can't remember the bloody thing.
Great song, though. I wish I knew the words.
How about going and getting it?
If we don't tell mum and dad
there won't be a song and dance about it.
Can't you just get it for me?
No. I can't.
For God's sake, Derek, you've been in, a year.
I've never nagged you, have I?
[instrumental music]
Come on, Derek. Let's go.
[music continues]
[bell ringing]
[vehicle honks]
[saxophone music]
You look around, I'm just popping into Woolies.
[music continues]
- Alright? - Let's go, Iris.
- Have you got your record? - No, it don't matter.
(Iris) 'Come on, Derek.'
Hello, Iris.
Stella.
This is my brother, Derek. What was it you wanted, Derek?
Have you got Wheel Of Fortune?
Kay Starr? Sure.
- How's that boy you're seeing? - Who, Johnny?
I'm not going about with him no more.
His car's off the road.
Fancy her, do you, Derek?
Yeah, she's alright.
[Kay Starr singing "Wheel Of Fortune"]
♪ Smile on me ♪
♪ Please let it be now ♪
[knocking]
[music on record player]
Well, we're gonna have to think about getting you a job.
You'll be able to buy more records
when you've got money in your pocket.
Yeah.
Your mum and I are ever so pleased.
- I'll take the dogs for a walk. - Why not?
Uh, turn that off first though, son.
[music on record player]
[music stops]
[dogs barking]
Judy. Judy, Prince. Go on.
[barking continues]
Hands up, buster!
Against the wall.
Get down!
[laughs]
You cheeky little bleeder!
What's the matter, Derek? Can't you take a joke?
How'd you know my name?
I like to keep tabs on all the local muscle.
Christopher Craig.
[laughs]
Well, you've been keeping a low profile.
Lying low, eh?
What's it like in the slammer?
It wasn't the slammer, it was an approved school.
Are you soft or something?
[chuckles]
Is that soft?
[clicks]
Tommy gun slugs.
See how it feels.
No, it's alright.
I've been up and down your road a hundred times
trying to catch you.
[train chugging]
I've got some jobs planned, thought I'd cut you in.
Welcome to the underworld.
What underworld?
I followed you from the corner.
That's where I hang out.
You're a bloody idiot.
That's not very nice, is it, Derek?
[train chugging]
I think I'll kill myself.
- Oye! Leave it out. - Just chill, man.
Here's your milkshake, man.
(female #4) 'Two teas.'
[indistinct chattering]
[instrumental music]
One minute.
Bah!
[baby crying]
Hold it, buster.
- Not you again. - What are you up to, then?
- I've gotta get some things. - I'll give you a hand then.
Thank you, Mr. Watts. Come on, Mary.
- Morning. - Hello, young Derek.
Pound of sausages, please.
Is that all?
Uh, lamb chops.
Four.
Someone off their food?
There's five of you Bentleys, ain't there?
Yeah, five. I meant five.
Which one is it?
It's that one.
There we are.
Wrong coupon, Derek.
Give me the book.
[indistinct chattering]
- Come on. - Gotta get this stuff back.
Don't be so windy, Derek. Come in and meet the gang.
Derek Bentley, Vincent Montgomery.
- Hello. - 'Terry Stringer.'
How do?
Let the man sit down.
- What happened to your eye? - Oh, you know my old man.
Gave me a right talking to the other night.
Still...he won't be doing that for a while.
[laughing]
I was thinking of flogging 'em later.
Oh, that'll make you rich.
Hey, I like these. You got good taste.
Yeah, or he can't read... like you.
Hey, shut your mouth, college boy.
Yeah, you gonna make me, wise guy?
I'll make you.
[mimicking gunshots]
Hey!
'It's the velvet kid.'
[Joe Stafford singing "You Belong To Me"]
♪ See the pyramids along the Nile ♪
♪ And watch the sunrise on a tropic isle ♪
♪ But just remember, darling, all the while ♪
♪ You belong to me.. ♪
(Terry) 'He's got a new car.'
I know. I helped him choose it.
- Oh, yeah. - Yeah.
Is that Stella? The girl from the record shop?
Well, it could be. Must be Niven's new piece of stuff.
That's my brother.
Yeah, you're standing talking to the brother of the velvet kid.
How'd he get her?
With the car of course, dimbo. He's flash with the cash.
- Yeah, she's easy. - Yeah, and she's easy.
You know what, I could square it with Niv
if you wanted to have a shot at her.
I don't suppose he'd mind if you're a pal of mine.
[chuckles]
[indistinct chattering]
Charlie! Charl..
Swapsies!
[chattering continues]
Shut up!
Best piece you can get, perfectly balanced.
'Yeah, why'd you wanna swap it then?'
'Cause I got three of them. Let's see what you got.
(male #9) 'Bloody hell.'
Bit knackered, innit?
Yep, and so would you be if you'd been shot at.
Bollocks!
[gun clicks]
Come on, what else you throwing in, Chris?
[students exclaiming]
Thought you'd appreciate this lot.
Nice. Oye! Hands off.
- Done? - Yeah, done.
Alright. I thought you said you had some ammo in this?
You've gotta be joking. Who'd have the gear for one of them?
- You mean you never fired it? - Yeah, with 38s.
You file 'em down, wedge 'em in the chamber, they work alright.
I doubt it.
[gunshot]
Whoa! Run!
- Johnno's coming! - Get back! Go on!
Open your desks.
Thank you, Mr. Capone.
A Wolsey.
It's a long time since I've seen one of these.
What have I told you about bringing guns in?
- Not to, sir. - That's right.
Again I have to tell you.
'You never seem to learn.'
And what about bullets?
I didn't tell you to shut your desks, did I?
If you'd have fired this gun
you would have shot your head off.
I want every gun on my desk.
Now!
Move!
Thanks!
This place is massive.
You don't miss a trick, do you, Derek?
It's a smashing car.
Oye, you smoke, don't you?
Help yourself.
Nah, that's alright.
I could do with a car like this.
Get in.
[door slams]
Niv's had some pretty close scrapes in this.
Oh.
[mimicking gunshots]
You'll never take me alive.
[instrumental music]
Watch what you're doing, Del!
You'll have the bogeys down on us.
Maybe worse than that, pal.
What the fuck do you think you're playing at?
Just visiting, Niv.
It's past your bedtime, little brother.
We're not fucking playing games down here, you know!
What shall we do with him?
Dip him in the river.
- The river it is. - Niv!
- Fuck! Fuck! - Who are you?
This is my mate, Derek.
- Niven. Big Cecil. - Ce-cil.
Get out of the car.
Get out!
So you're Derek, are you?
Yeah.
Pleased to meet you.
[Chris mimicking gunshots]
Store's open, Derek.
Help yourself.
He said to wish you, happy birthday.
Oh!
Ain't that nice?
Well, he got the brand right.
What's wrong?
They're stolen.
He's given me stolen cigarettes.
Well, you can't be sure, Will.
[knocking]
[sighs]
- Yeah? - Is Derek in?
- He's in Croydon. Who are you? - Chris Craig.
- A pal of his, are you, Chris? - Yeah, you might say that.
I'll go up town, see if I can find him.
- Were you with him last night? - Anything wrong in that?
I don't know, it depends what you got up to.
- What's that supposed to mean? - Don't take that tone with me.
You're off your rocker.
Derek's been ill all his life. It's given us a lot of trouble.
We don't want any more.
Surely you don't think I'll get him into trouble, Mrs. Bentley?
You keep out of Derek's way. Understand?
Don't call here for him again. Off you go.
[scissors snipping]
There we go.
(Niven) 'Spend all that money building whatever that is'
'a fucking flying saucer or something.'
Just to show us how great the future is.
And we've still got bleeding rationing.
What right have they to spend so much of the taxpayers' money.
Just to tell us how great everything is?
Money ought to be in people's pockets.
Where we can get at it.
[all laughing]
Here's your pal.
What's doing then?
Hark the coruscated oriole vivor.
Get off. It cost a bomb.
Style don't come cheap, Derek.
In your case, it might prove exorbitant.
It looks bloody stupid!
- What? - What's the big idea?
You can't go to the flicks dressed like that.
(Vincent) 'Terry's right. Derek's letting the side down.'
You got to have the image if you're gonna go about with us.
I can start you off in the right direction, Derek.
Come round here.
Oh! Oh, look at that.
Try it on, Derek.
There's nothing wrong with it.
It's just I tend to change my get-up
almost as often as I change my women.
It's clever, made out of the stuff that don't crease.
You need a hat.
Borrow this one for a while.
- Oh, lovely. - Cheers.
I'll get myself one, give you this back.
We gotta blow.
See you, Derek.
Catch you later, brats.
There you go, Derek, you're one of us.
Let's go.
[engine revving]
[dramatic music]
(Chris) They use real guns in these American movies, you know.
(Derek) What? Is this a gangster film?
(Chris) Well, it ain't a bleeding musical whistle, is it?
[dog barking]
Get off, Judy! Oye!
Go on.
Where'd you get the jacket?
- Have you been with Craig? - Did he come round here?
Yeah.
Don't worry about him, dad. He's just balmy, that's all.
Just a minute, son.
Where did you get your gear?
- I bought it. - With what?
Me wages, I've been saving.
- How much was it, then? - I forgot.
It must've been cheap if you could buy me those cigarettes
out of your wage packet as well. What you done with the bill?
Look, dad, what's the matter?
Is there something wrong with me
trying to look smart or something?
Alright, son, you bought it.
But you better not be lying to me.
I don't think much of the hairstyle either.
(Iris) 'Leave him alone, dad.'
All the boys look like that now.
Don't you worry, Derek.
Why can't you leave him be?
He'll be alright.
'Yes, well, we've had a few of these before'
'and they've all turned out to be forgeries.'
People trying to dodge their National Service.
That's from my doctor.
It's alright.
We've got the equipment here to check
whether you're really epileptic or not.
I've had the test before.
I don't wanna do it again.
'Put that cigarette out, please.'
(male #10) 'Close your eyes now.'
He wouldn't have enjoyed it in the army, Will.
Well, it's the one place he could've got on alright.
No offence, Lilian, but he needs to get away
from the apron strings.
- What you mean by that? - It's plain enough.
What you talking about?
'What have I done wrong with the boy?'
'I brought him up badly, have I?
You wanna get him sent to Korea or Malaya so he can get
his head blown off. That'll teach him to be a man?
Of course, it won't, Lil. It's just this Grade Four.
Who are these people to shove him on the rubbish heap?
(Lilian) 'They've got him down as subnormal.'
'Subnormal?'
- 'He's just no good at tests.' - 'Derek.'
Derek!
What you doing here?
The bogeys have been all over my house.
- 'Why?' - They knew we were back.
Niv's gang pulled a job at Waltham Abbey.
- Now they're looking for 'em. - Jesus.
Come on, sneak out.
- I know where they're hiding. - Why, what we gonna do?
We're gonna go down there and see if they need any help.
'Come on.'
[bell ringing]
'Get your filthy hands off me.'
[tires screeching]
[grunting]
You're sleeping, copper!
Come on.
[grunting]
That's my brother!
Come on!
[gunshots]
Fuck!
See you, boys.
[gunshot]
[grunts]
[gunshot]
- Come on. - Get him in handcuffs!
What's your problem?
- Get the fuck off me! - Get him in! Get in!
[car starts]
You're gonna get it, bitch. You fucking fingered me.
[siren blaring]
You alright, kiddo?
- What's up? - Nothing.
Upset about Niven?
Do I look like I'm crying?
I had me National Service medical yesterday.
Yeah?
They said I was subnormal.
You ain't subnormal, Del.
You ain't normal, but you ain't subnormal.
- My dad's annoyed about it. - Don't let him bother you.
I'm going catch it, alright. We've been out all night.
What, does he wallop you?
No.
He wouldn't do that.
My dad ever walloped me, he'd find out about trouble.
Come on, let's get going.
Come on.
[glass shatters]
For Christ's sakes, Derek!
What the hell you think you're playing at, huh?
So what, are you a salesman?
What do you sell, then? Used bog brushes?
[sniffs]
Smells like it.
Maybe you'd like a drop to the police station, huh?
'Just round the corner will do me.'
'Which house is it?'
'Huh?'
Just pull up.
Del? Del?
Del? Del! Del!
'Hey, what are you doing, man?'
Watch my car!
Go get some help. Go on.
Help! Help! Quick, man!
[dogs barking]
A doctor! For God's sake, get a doctor!
[breathing heavily]
You've done the right thing, you know
making up your mind to stay in and keeping away from them boys.
I know they're not as bad as dad says, but--
Dad scared me.
I don't ever want to go back to approved school.
Thank you.
Oye, Derek.
Stop smoking and come and help.
Alright, sis.
Here, take this as well.
Come on, Muscle Man, let's see what you're made of.
Very cozy, Derek.
- Go away, Craig. - I'm not talking to you.
I'm talking to your fuckin' brother.
Don't you talk to her like that.
Derek, let's go.
Is that what you've been doing?
Keeping away from me so you can play happy bloody families?
Chris, mind your own business. I'll see you when I want to.
My brother don't want to go round with you no more.
- Well, Del? - Look, fuck off!
You thick bastard!
You're a useless bastard and a fucking traitor!
(Judge) 'I have watched you carefully in the course of this trial'
'and can say that I do not remember'
'in some 17 years on the bench'
trying various crimes of violence
a young man of your age
who struck me as being... so determined
as you have impressed me as being.
'You are not only cold-blooded'
'but it is clear from this case'
'that you would shoot down any police officer'
'who was attempting to arrest you'
'or indeed any lawful citizen'
'who tried to prevent you from committing some felony'
'which you had in hand.'
I have little doubt that you held the gun in this robbery.
And the man standing next to you in the dock
'was simply taking your instructions.'
You are...a dangerous man.
'I sentence you to 12 years' imprisonment.'
[audience mumbling]
'Bye-bye for now. See you in the new year.'
'Yes, goodbye from Ben. God bless.'
'Bye.'
[audience cheering and clapping]
[laughs]
[audience continue cheering]
(man on radio) 'Mr. Justice Hillberry, at the Old Bailey yesterday'
'sentenced Niven Craig, 26, and Cecil Burley, 27'
'to 12 years' imprisonment for armed robbery.'
'Craig was also convicted of possessing'
'an automatic pistol, with intent to endanger life'
'at the time he was arrested'
'at Kensington Gardens Square, Paddington.'
'The judge commented..'
Thank God we got you away from that Craig.
They're obviously wrong 'uns, the lot of 'em.
'His parents and younger brother were present at the sentencing.'
[piano music]
What do you want? Clear off.
I'm sorry about Niven.
Come on out. Let's do something.
I don't wanna do nothing with you.
You ain't no pal of mine. Stick with your fucking family.
Come on, Chris, it ain't been easy for me.
Fuck off!
[piano music continues]
[sobbing]
[footsteps]
There you are, Derek. Give my regards to your mum.
[cash register clinks]
Derek!
Wrong coupon again.
This one's for the fish shop.
Give me the one for the butcher's.
[people chattering]
Hello, boys.
Hello, Derek. What exciting things have you been up to?
Me and Chris did a job last week.
It got in the paper.
Well, I've got a job lined up.
I got the keys to the butcher's in Tamworth Road.
Tell Chris, any time he fancies it.
- Alright? - Yeah.
Denis, I've told you before, bedtime.
Alright, mum.
[knocks on door]
[dog barking]
Headache any better?
- 'Derek in?' - 'No, no. Derek's not in.'
'I thought you were told not to come round here anymore.'
'You keep away from him. Alright? That's a good boy.'
[door slams shut]
That was that Craig again! I told him you were out.
Alright, Ma. Thanks.
He's the one who ought to be in the army, Will.
All his silly talk.
He'll get a flea in his ear if he comes again tonight.
Spoiling our Sunday evening.
[clock ticking]
[orchestral music on TV]
[audience clapping]
'Well, once again let's say welcome to "What's My Line?"'
'And start off in the usual way by introducing the experts.'
'Top of the table, we have David Nixon.'
[knock on door]
I'll handle this.
- 'Isobel Barnett.' - 'Good evening.'
[audience clapping]
- 'Barbara Kelly.' - 'Hello.'
[audience clapping]
- 'Oh, Mr. Bentley.' - Sorry, son. I don't know you.
Uh, no, sir. My name's Vincent Montgomery.
I'm a friend of Derek's.
How do you do?
I was wondering if he would like to come for a walk.
'Have a look at the bonfire on the common.'
Vincent? I'm surprised Derek's never mentioned you.
Oh, well, we haven't known each other very long.
I see.
Well, he's had a rotten headache today
so I'll have to see how he's feeling.
But if he's not up to it, you're welcome to call any time.
Oh, my friends call me Monty, sir.
[chuckles] Monty, eh?
- Come in. - Thanks.
Young chap called Monty, wondering if you fancy a walk.
Go on, son, get your coat. It'll be good for your headache.
Oh, hello, Derek.
(man on TV) 'And in all cases here, the experts are able to guess'
'what the occupation is..'
[piano music]
[footsteps]
- Okay, Chris. - Thanks, Monty.
I hear you got a job lined up for us.
Come on. Let's get going.
There's a Tony Curtis on at the Astoria at nine.
I'd like to make it.
Shut up, Terry. We're out on a job with Derek's.
We're not gonna rush it, right, Del?
Even if it is a Tony Curtis.
You be in charge, Chris.
[keys clanking]
Come on, guys. Let's go.
They'll be necking in a minute.
[indistinct chatter]
I'll see you later.
[grunting]
Seems like a nice quiet night for it.
Yeah!
Made it myself. Like it?
Christ!
[laughs]
I made it for you. Keep it. You might need it later.
[laughter]
- 'Shit!' - 'Oh, great.'
What are we gonna do now then?
- Well? - Fuck it!
I'm going up the Astoria. You lot can do what you like.
- Suppose you're gonna go too? - Yeah, I think I might.
- This is a botch job. - Great. Some gang we are.
- Off you fuck then. - Ah!
What are we gonna do then?
Come on.
[music]
[music continues]
[gate rattling]
(girl #1) '...hallowed be thy name.'
'Thy kingdom come.'
Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread
and forgive us our trespasses.
[girl chuckles]
Mummy, mummy, come and look.
What is it, Victoria?
That man.
(female #5) 'Yes, I see. What on earth's he doing?'
[music continues]
Harry?
Come and have a look at this.
- I better tell the police. - Right.
What do you think, Del? Reckon you can handle it?
Nah. Leave it. This is a waste of time.
Don't be so windy.
Come on, Chris, let's blow.
Look, Del, are we gonna do this or what?
Are you gonna piss off too?
You go first.
[clanking]
Come on, Del. It's alright.
Come on.
Croydon police station. Could I help you?
Don't look down, dimwit.
Shut it!
Car 5Z. 5Z, come in.
5Z, are you receiving me?
(male #11 on radio) '5Z. 5Z receiving. Over.'
Proceed to Barlow & Parker's.
'Tamworth Road. Two young men on the roof.'
'That's Barlow & Parker's, Tamworth Road. Over.'
[siren wailing]
A new set of darts won't do you any good, Milo.
You never know.
[engine revving]
[grunts]
[panting]
Bring a ladder next time, Del, you know.
Don't fancy doing that again.
Don't worry about it. You won't have to.
Come on, wise guy. Let's do it.
It's gotta be down there.
Up there. On the roof. There's two of 'em.
We can see 'em from our window. It's right opposite, you see.
- I think, we'll go in the back. - Right.
- What you got that for? - You wanna get down again, huh?
[siren ringing]
[gate rattling]
Shit!
Wait here.
[ringing continues]
We need the keys to this place. Do you know where the owner is?
Yeah, he's down the road. Second turning on the right.
- What's up? - Bogeys!
They've come for us.
My dad's gonna kill me.
- Think they got guns? - Don't be soft.
Christ!
If they catch me with this.
[grunts]
I'm a police officer. Show yourselves.
If you want us, why don't you fucking well come and get us?
Don't be so bloody stupid.
- What are you doing? - Don't be stupid.
This place is surrounded, you hear me?
[gasping]
[grunting]
- 'Don't try anything, alright?' - He's got a gun.
Don't fucking move.
Come on, son. Game's up.
[panting]
Get back, copper!
Give that thing to me.
Let him have it, Chris.
[gunshot]
Ah!
[gunshots]
Move it!
Ah! Ah, shit!
[groaning]
Shut up!
Have you got a fucking gun too? Have you? What's this, hey?
What's this? You're under arrest, of course.
[sobbing]
Jesus!
Oh..
[indistinct chatter]
[gunshots]
[static]
Hello, GW, this is car 2Z. We need help.
There are men armed and shooting at Barlow & Parker.
Tamworth Road.
[grunting]
[breathing heavily]
[alarm ringing]
[breathing heavily]
[alarm ringing]
[breathing heavily]
[alarm ringing]
[gunshots]
[crash]
[clanking]
You ain't getting up here that way.
Break your neck doing that, copper.
[scoffs]
[sirens ringing]
(male #12) 'Police. Stand back. Stand well back.'
[siren ringing]
[siren continues]
[indistinct chatter]
- Come on! Move it! Come on! - Up there on the roof.
[siren continues]
[brakes screeching]
You're surrounded. Give yourself up.
I'm Craig. You've just given my brother 12 years.
[tires screech]
- Milo. - I've got the keys.
The kid's off his head.
Come on, you brave coppers.
- Where are you, Bill? - We're on your right.
Kid's on the left.
Here, let me.
[gunshot]
[panting]
Milo?
'Milo?'
You bastard!
[baton clanking]
Come on then, you fuckers. I'm only 16!
Give me a fucking gun!
[sobbing]
You killed him.
Stay back.
You killed him.
Stay back or I'll blow your fucking head off as well.
I mean it.
Gotcha! You bastard!
You bastard!
[grunting]
[indistinct chatter]
[click]
[clicking continues]
[panting]
[clicking] Ah! Ah!
[panting]
[clicking]
You fuck. Fuck.
[sobbing] 'You fuck!'
Fuck.
'You fuck!'
[breathing heavily]
[screams]
A-a-ah!
[crash]
[thud]
I wish I was fucking dead.
I'd have killed the fucking all of you.
[choir music]
(male #13) 'As in Adam, all die.'
'Even so, in Christ shall all be made alive.'
'But every man in his own order.'
'Christ, the first fruits..'
Mrs. Miles.
Sir David Maxwell-Fyfe, the Home Secretary.
My sincerest condolences, Mrs. Miles.
Justice will be done.
My lord and members of the jury.
The charge against these two youths
is that on the night of November the 2nd last
they together murdered a police officer.
Sidney George Miles.
'You may have read in the press of how these two young men'
'were found on the roof of a building in Croydon.'
'How what was described as a Chicago-style gun battle ensued'
'as a result of which, one police constable was killed'
'and another wounded.'
'A spectacular jump by the boy, Craig from the rooftop'
'as a result of which he was injured and had to appear'
'at the magistrates court on a stretcher.'
'The case for the crown is this and nothing less.'
'That Craig deliberately murdered PC Miles'
'and thereafter gloried in the murder'
'and only regretted that he had not shot more.'
'Bentley incited Craig to begin the shooting.'
'And although he was technically under arrest'
'at the time of the actual murder'
'was nevertheless still mentally supporting Craig'
'in all that Craig continued to do.'
'And in English law'
'and you may say in common sense'
'was in every sense party to that murder.'
'And this is where you stood?'
Yes, sir.
Craig behind the lift head and Bentley just behind you?
Yes, sir.
And what happened next?
Bentley shouted, Craig opened fire.
I was hit in the shoulder.
And what was it Bentley shouted to cause Craig to fire?
'My Lord, I really must object.'
My learned friend is clearly leading the witness.
It was a valid question, Mr. Cassels. Please continue.
Mr. Fairfax?
He shouted, "Let him have it, Chris!"
And what do you think he meant by that?
Shoot.
Start firing.
[audience exclaiming]
Be quiet! I will not tolerate such noise!
(male #14) 'You were hit in the shoulder and knocked down?'
(Fairfax) 'Yes, sir.'
'You recovered quickly and grabbed Bentley again?'
'Yes, sir.'
Now, you were wounded and therefore more vulnerable.
Despite this, did Bentley make any attempt to attack you?
No, sir, I attacked him.
And when you took him to the top of the steps
did he again do or say anything violent towards you?
No, sir.
Sergeant Fairfax, at this stage
did you have hold of Bentley?
No, sir.
So, he was free to run and join his friend if he had so wished
even though you had just cautioned him?
Yes, I suppose so, sir.
Hm.
No further questions, my lord.
(Lord Goddard) 'You may stand down, Mr. Fairfax.'
Shoulda killed that fucker as well.
(male #15) I swear by Almighty, that the evidence I give to this court
shall be the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
(Craig) I swear by Almighty, that the evidence I give to this court
will be the truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth.
- What's your name? - Christopher Craig.
- Speak up. - Christopher Craig.
Now..
Between the age of 11
and your present age, 16
how many firearms have you had?
40 or 50.
[people murmuring]
(Lord Goddard) 'Quiet!'
I, uh, used to swap 'em with friends at school.
Why did you swap them?
Because I liked 'em.
Did having them make you feel like a gangster's in the films?
Yes, sir.
And how often did you carry one around with you?
- Every day. - 40 or 50, do you mean?
Well, I didn't carry 'em all at the same time, sir.
So, then was it unusual for you to be carrying one that night?
Did Bentley know you had a gun?
Not that night, sir, not until I got it out on the roof.
Are you a good shot?
No.
This is a case in which an officer of justice was murdered.
[people murmuring]
Shot.
If you are trying to prepare a case of manslaughter
Craig was a bad shot so killing PC Miles was an accident.
I'll tell the jury that that is no defense at all.
With respect, my Lord, the argument is that Craig
was shooting to scare the police, not to hit them.
That is still to claim that it was an accident.
The gun didn't go off accidentally.
He was firing at policemen.
Here is a selection of comments alleged made by you
during the days following your arrest.
"Yo Coppers! Ha! The other one's dead with a hole in his head!
'"If I hadn't cut a bit off the barrel of my gun'
'"I could've killed a lot more.'
"That night, I was out to kill
"because I had so much hate inside me
for what they did to my brother."
I never said any of that.
(male #16) 'Various police officers have testified that you did'
'when you were in hospital.'
It's not true.
On the way to the warehouse Craig gave you a knuckle-duster.
'Yes, sir.'
Why?
I don't know, sir.
You do not know why he gave you the knuckle-duster?
Then why did you take it?
It's something I'd never had, sir
something it was given to me.
Now, Craig has admitted owning over 40 pistols.
Are you telling me you didn't know
that your friend had any guns at all?
- No. - 'What do you mean?'
I didn't know he had that many, sir.
'But you knew he had at least one?'
'The one he brought to the rooftop?'
'No.'
Didn't you agree beforehand to use this gun if trouble ensued?
That's why you took the gun along.
Not me, sir. I never thought he'd use it.
- So you did know he had a gun? - No.
And he started using that gun after you shouted
- "Let him have it, Chris!" - No.
So, the officers who heard you say that are wrong?
After Craig started firing, did you ever shout out
"For God's sake don't fire!" Or, "Shut up doing that?"
Can't remember, sir.
You incited Craig, didn't you?
I didn't say nothing. I didn't.
You did nothing to stop him shooting.
No, sir.
You knew he was dangerous well before you got on the roof.
- No. - 'And you had agreed to help.'
That is why you had the knuckle-duster, to hit.
'That is why you had a dagger, to stab.'
'That is why Craig carried a revolver.'
To shoot.
You two boys were heavily armed because you were prepared
'to do anything to escape if caught in the crime'
'you were committing.'
Anything.
[dramatic music]
'Let us turn to the fatal words of incitement.'
"Let him have it, Chris! Let him...have it, Chris."
You see, if we examine
and think about Bentley's behavior on the rooftop
not struggling, standing alongside the police sergeant
during the battle and at no time attempting to escape.
Surely these actions are more consistent
with the boy asking his friend to have the gun back.
And I suggest, gentlemen of and jury
that, "Let him have it, Chris!"
meant, "Let him have the gun, Chris!"
'And even if they were words of encouragement to shoot'
again they were said a full 20 minutes
before PC Miles arrived on the rooftop.
And during that period
the defendant, Derek Bentley
was technically under arrest.
Bentley didn't have a gun.
'He never shot anyone.'
Neither did he show any resistance
to show that he was still part of this joint enterprise.
The two boys agreed to break into a warehouse
not to shoot a policeman.
As I've already mentioned
my learned friend urged us to use common sense in this case.
Well, I, too, gentlemen of the jury
urge you to use common sense
in acquitting Derek Bentley.
(Lord Goddard) Let us put out of our minds in this case
any question of films or comics or literature of that sort.
These things are always prayed in aid nowadays
when young persons are in the dock.
But it really has very little to do with this case.
These youths are not children.
'One is 16 the other 19.'
'It would be idle to suggest'
'that they didn't know what they were doing.'
'Members of the jury, you have heard the testimony'
'of three policemen'
'that Bentley called out, "Let him have it, Chris!"'
'And then the firing began.'
'And the very first shot'
'struck Sergeant Fairfax.'
'Against this, both Bentley and Craig'
'deny these words, were ever said.'
'All I'll say is that these officers'
'showed the highest gallantry.'
'They were conspicuously brave.'
'Are you going to say that they are conspicuous liars?'
'Because if their evidence is untrue'
'that Bentley called out'
'"Let him have it, Chris!"'
'Then these three policemen'
'are doing their best to swear away the life of that boy.'
'These youths were armed to the teeth.'
'One carries a gun, ammunition and a dagger.'
The other also had a dagger and..
Where is that knuckle-duster?
This apparently was given to Bentley by Craig.
Have you ever seen a more horrible weapon?
If the blow with the steel is not enough
you have this spike at the side to stab.
This weapon will be available to you
together with the other evidence
for you to examine when you retire.
You will be faced with a simple question.
Did these two youths go out with a common purpose
simply to break into a warehouse?
Or did that common purpose extend to resisting apprehension
even by violence if necessary?
It is for you to decide what the evidence supports.
Take this back.
(Lord Goddard) 'Members of the jury, I will ask you to retire'
'and consider your verdict.'
[people chattering]
[whispering] Don't worry.
(male #15) 'Be upstanding for the Lord Chief Justice, Lord Goddard.'
Will the foreman, please stand..
...and face the prisoners at the bar?
Please answer my first question yes or no.
Have you reached a verdict on which you are all agreed?
Yes.
Do you find the prisoner Christopher Craig
guilty or not guilty of murder?
Guilty.
'Do you find the prisoner Derek William Bentley'
guilty or not guilty of murder?
Guilty.
[people murmuring]
With a recommendation for mercy.
You find both prisoners guilty
and that is the verdict of you all?
(male #17) 'It is.'
Christopher Craig, you stand convicted of murder.
'Have you anything to say'
'why sentence shouldn't be passed according to the law?'
Derek William Bentley, you stand convicted of murder.
'Have you anything to say'
'why sentence of death shouldn't be passed according to the law?'
Christopher Craig, you are 16.
'And evidently in the opinion the jury'
'the more guilty of the two.'
It is quite obvious that the people in this country
will not be safe while you are out of prison.
'I sentence you to be detained in strict custody'
until Her Majesty's pleasure be known.
(Lord Goddard) 'Take him down.'
Derek William Bentley.
You are 19 years of age.
It is my duty to pass upon you the only sentence
the law can pass for the crime of willful murder.
You will be taken from this place to a lawful prison
'and thence to a place of execution'
'where you will suffer death by hanging.'
'And your body buried in the precincts of the prison'
'in which you shall be last confined before execution.'
And may the Lord have mercy upon your soul.
- 'Amen.' - 'Take him down.'
(Lord Goddard) 'And now will Detective Sergeant Fairfax'
'Police constables McDonald and Harrison stand up?'
'The conduct of the men of Z Division'
'in arresting these two desperate young criminals'
'is worthy of the highest commendation.'
'And the thanks of the community..'
[soft music]
[keys jingling]
[door opens]
Hello, mum. Hello, dad. Hello, Iris.
Happy Christmas.
Happy Christmas, son.
We'll have our party when you get out.
As soon as this stupid mistake's been cleared up.
We've talked to Mr. Cassels about why the appeal didn't work
He says they want to delay letting you off
in order to warn people like Craig.
Lord Goddard told him that.
Don't forget, Derek.
The jury recommended mercy
and the judge, he's passed that on to the Home Secretary.
They've never carried out the sentence
'when the judge and jury recommended mercy.'
(Lilian) We've got a petition going.
There's a lot of important people behind you, Derek.
Did you see Mrs. Miles like I asked?
We tried but she wasn't well. She got your message, though.
She doesn't think you should be here.
She's not the only one who feels that way.
We're gonna beat this thing, aren't we, dad?
No one will hurt you, son. I won't let 'em.
It won't be long.
I don't mind waiting.
It's not so bad in here.
You should hear the jokes the warder's been telling me.
I'm gonna have Denis in stitches when I get back.
More mail, Mrs. Bentley.
We've detailed a special van for you. See? Excuse me.
More than 200 of my colleagues in parliament
are calling for a debate.
When the Home Secretary receives these petitions
he'll have to take notice of what the public thinks.
- How many signatures you have? - Over 100.000. This isn't all.
Also medical papers which show he shouldn't have been in court.
One doctor says that Derek has a mental age of 11.
- This didn't come out before? - It's all been so quick.
The trial was a month after what happened
and it's only lasted a couple of days.
I mean, that's never right, not when a life's at stake.
(male #18) '"We want what is right and not what is merely the law.'
'"It is a tribute to the people of Britain'
"that unrest is growing up and down the country
"about the fate of this boy, Bentley.
"The feeling is that the British judicial system is now on trial.
"And it will be guilty indeed
"if there is no reprieve before the execution date
five days from now."
You see?
A lot of people behind you.
Your folks are doin' a good job.
[clears throat]
[soft music]
[music continues]
- Mr. Bentley? - Yeah?
Good morning, sir. Soames, Daily Telegraph.
Well, what are your plans now, sir?
How do you mean?
- You haven't heard the news? - What news?
Um, the Home Secretary's decision, sir.
He hasn't been in touch with us yet.
We're the ones who'd hear first.
- What is it, Will? - The Daily Telegraph.
They can't know yet, we haven't heard.
That would've been a messenger.
They posted it on the Saturday. Posted it.
No.
Oh, they can't!
They can't!
Where's dad?
He's had to go to the Houses of Parliament to talk to MPs.
He's sorry he can't be here, but he knows you'll understand.
Someone told me, Vincent got five years
for a robbery him and Chris did.
Is that true?
Oh, yes. It was all over the papers.
I'm not afraid to die.
Derek, don't talk that way.
I'm not afraid to die because I didn't kill anyone.
'Everyone knows that.'
'That's why the MPs are seeing dad right now.'
Does it hurt?
Dad will tell me, won't he, if it hurts?
Well, Will?
They're holding the debate for a reprieve tomorrow.
Tomorrow? But that's the day before.
The Home Secretary's leaving it to the last minute.
I'm writing to the Queen. There's nothing more we can do.
(female #6) We must not let an innocent boy hang!
Down with the death penalty! Please sign this petition.
Save an innocent child from the hangman's noose!
We must not allow this Derek Bentley boy to be hanged!
[bell ringing]
[car honks]
[people chattering]
[clamoring]
'Is that a new eye shadow, Iris?'
You'll have to wash that stuff off when I get home.
There's old Pop grinding his teeth again.
Thanks for this, mum.
Will you stroke the dogs for me?
'Course, I will.
Well, son, we have to get going
'so we can be there at the House of Commons'
when the members of parliament come out of their session.
Bye, son.
Don't worry, Derek.
I'm not worried, sis.
Like dad said, they're just trying to scare me.
Cheerio.
Cheerio, dad.
Cheerio, mum.
I'll see you tomorrow.
God bless.
[soft music]
I'll be back as soon as I hear. There's still hope.
[people chattering]
[indistinct chatter]
I don't know what to say.
They won't discuss the case
until the sentence has been carried out.
(male #19) Which is set for 9 a.m. tomorrow.
I told you, mum, this letter would be difficult to write.
I can't think of anything to say..
...except that you have all been wonderful.
The way you have worked for me.
Don't forget what I told you yesterday.
Always keep your chin up.
And tell Pop not to grind his teeth.
And, dad, keep a strict eye on Denis.
- If he does anything wrong-- - Hey. Slow down.
If he does, wallop him
so he can't sit down for three weeks.
I'm trying to give you good advice because of my experience.
'I tell you what, mum.'
The truth of this story has got to come out one day.
And on that day, lots of people are gonna get into trouble.
I think you know who I mean.
What do you think, mum?
This letter may sound a bit solemn.
I am trying to keep my chin up as I want all the family to do.
Don't let anything happen to the cats and the dogs
and look after them as you always have.
That will be all for now.
I will sign this letter myself.
Lots of love.
What do you think?
That's a very nice letter, Derek.
[clock ticking]
[soft music]
Mr. Bentley, this is all today, I'm afraid.
(both) Our Father which art in heaven
hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come..
[music continues]
(both) And forgive us our trespasses
as we forgive them that trespass against us.
(both) ...the power and the glory, forever and ever.
Amen.
[people singing "Abide With Me"]
(chorus) ♪ The darkness deepens ♪
♪ Lord, with me abide ♪
♪ When other helpers fail ♪
♪ And comforts flee ♪
[crying]
[clocks ringing]
For Thou art with me--
Stand up!
- Drink that quick! - The prisoner, sir.
Hands behind your back.
You follow me, lad. It'll be alright.
[breathing heavily]
[clocks ringing]
[crying]
[clock ticking]
[ticking stops]